i am less than human.
i am a creature that breathes just as they do,
but i am less than them.
i love to believe that i'd fit in
and be a real human some day,
but the little scars on my wrists and legs
move up and become more visible,
screaming
"here i am"
"come see"
"look at how well i can hate"
i am less than human,
where i am a museum of
lazy little razors.